Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mongolia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Crash Course in Science to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
The Victims,
Lucky Dragons,
Donny Hathaway,
Andrew Hill,
Joey Negro,
Liliput,
Arcadia,
a-ha,
Hot Snakes,
the Bar-Kays,
Deepchord,
Avey Tare,
Tres Demented,
Kerri Chandler,
Japan,
June of 44,
Todd Terry,
Brass Construction,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mojo Men,
Alton Ellis,
Bluetip,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Interpol,
Ornette Coleman,
Funky Four + One,
Jandek,
Slick Rick,
Unwound,
Subhumans,
KRS-One,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
CMW,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Holt,
Trumans Water,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jawbox,
Max Romeo,
Sex Pistols,
Aaron Thompson,
Sugar Minott,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Charles Mingus,
E-Dancer,
Blake Baxter,
Agitation Free,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Arab on Radar,
Juan Atkins,
Wolf Eyes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Shoche,
MDC,
Fear,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.